I'm at City Blendz. Working. Having tea because I realize that coffee won't make me happy -instead it will suck the life out of my bones. Across from me are a group of older ladies. I played basketball against one of their daughters in highschool. There's 6 of them. Laughing, talking, agreeing, disagreeing, discussing how they want to live and die in "Home Sense" - the store. I am trying not to eaves-drop, but they are so loud. I turn up my itunes and wonder, "When I'm 55 and beyond, will I have girlfriends to talk to? Friends who have been around for ever . . " Right now there is some scandalous story, and heads are wagging and there's lots of "oh goodness . . oh my . . . ohh ohh" It's beautiful. Anyway. They don't seem the un-opinionated type who put up with each other. They seem like a bunch of characters like might play pranks on each other. I hope I have friends I can fight with when I'm 55, friends who love and listen...
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It’s 5:33 pm. I wouldn’t believe it except for two clocks independent of one another have made mutual confirmation for me. I have been caught up in the whirlwind. Missions trip to Port Alice, BC to do a VBS (which was a lifetime of experiences in itself), back down the coast to Keats Camps where our youth pastor put on a youth camp for our youth. So you got the connection there. Youth. Ok. Moving on. All of my family is in town: the ones from Quebec and the ones from the Island. They were all here today. So I’m home. They’re home. We’re all home. VBS. So great. Yeah, yeah, challenging and all that stuff. Tell me what about working with people isn’t challenging. But working with kids, now that’s the big time. Especially telling them stories about Jesus and watching their blank faces register absolutely no sort of recognition to any of even the most familiar tales we tell of scripture and our God. Introducing them to singing together and hopefully some worship. Can you imagine (in this c...